Showing posts with label Churlishness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Churlishness. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Response to Anonymous

""Just let it go, " I told my self. "Let sleeping dogs lie.""3 mo.s later, u still have not let it go. lainy, u sure about that?

Anonymous, if you are a regular reader, you know that I normally respond to comments in the comments section. Howsomeever, you have made such an egregious breach of the Goddesses "Rules of Blog Etiquette", I feel I must take you over my knee here in a blog of your very own!

First and foremost, this is NOT a text message, you MORON. If you cannot afford the price of a used, paperback dictionary, then peruse the postings of this or other blogs, the daily newspaper, a book, or the scroll across the bottom of the TeeVee screen on any of the news channels for proper spelling of words such as "you" and "months".
A minor point of grammar: when citing a phrase previously set in quotation marks, it is common to do so thusly: " 'Just let it go' "; not to use DOUBLE quotation marks as you did.

And as far as not letting go...Did you not READ, or just not UNDERSTAND the sentence in first paragraph wherein I explain that I had tried to give things another chance? And had AGAIN been abruptly shut out on Saturday. I then posted a blog, on Monday, I had originally written back in March, after making a few editorial changes.

Now I will admit, Goddess though I may be, I get in a hurry and make typos the spell-checker misses. I am NOT perfect, just Goddessly. And there are some words and phrases I use deliberately for the sake of "flavor". I LIKE the way certain regionalisms flow. I prefer the use of folk-talk to the diction and verbiage that my education and erudition afford me. I am not trying to castigate you, Anonymous, for being informal. I am upbraiding you for being insulting, ignorant, obtuse, and rude, not only to me,but to Lainy as well.

If you're going to come into MY house, and make no mistake about it, This blog is MY HOUSE, then wipe your feet at the door, keep your shoes off the coffee table, don't kick my dawgs, mind your manners around the Ladies, and have enough courtesy to introduce yourself next time. If you cannot observe the simple rules of Polite company, I will kick your sorry carcass down the front porch steps and out into the yard where the Dawgs will be happy to gnaw on your butt all the way to the street!